3. Fuck Him, then Kill Him
CHAPTER THREE
fuck him, then kill him
JENNA
I wriggled my hands, sliding them out of the bindings.
Rubbing my wrists, I looked around my concrete cell.
Draven had left five days ago. At least it felt like that much time had passed.
My vagina felt crusty from him leaving me full of his cum.
I stunk so bad, all I really wanted was a long, hot bath.
I peered out the small window to see how far up I was and discovered I was only on the first floor because I could see grass.
I heard footsteps coming, and I quickly pushed my hands back into the restraints and stood, waiting for Draven’s return.
But he didn’t appear. A woman, a little older than me, stood in front of me. Her dark hair was pulled tight to the back of her head in a round bun, and her eyes were dark like two little coals.
“Where’s Draven?” I asked, and for some reason, I felt a little sad that he wasn’t there.
The woman just stared at me before making a hmmm sound.
“You have created quite the stir.”
“You’re welcome.”
She wasn’t amused by my snarkiness. Good. This bitch can rot in hell.
“The rebel camp that we raided. That wasn’t your base of operations.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” I muttered. She wasn’t too bright.
Her dark eyes swooped over my body, taking in the blood and cum crust that covered my body. “You would die protecting a rebellion that will be squashed just like all the other ones?”
“It’s a worthy cause. Maybe in a hundred years, the people will finally pull their heads out of their asses and see that your king is a lunatic who got too much power back in 2025 and it’s led you here. We said it for years, but no one listened.”
“We know how insane he is. We know that he led us here. Do you think we didn’t want this to happen?” She arched a brow.
Of course. Donovon was a puppet. I could never figure out why nobody stopped him. How could no one stop a madman?
I didn’t let the shock show on my face; I just smiled back at her. “Well, then you deserve everything that is coming to you as well.”
“Oh? And what’s that?” She mocked.
I gripped the chains above my head and swung up, my feet snaking out fast and catching her in the chin.
It startled her enough that I was able to slide my hands free.
I wrapped my naked body around this woman, using her suit jacket against her, choking her out like I had learned in Brazilian jiu jitsu all those years ago.
She flailed, trying to claw her way out of my hold, but I hung on tight, wrapping my legs around her waist and locking her in place.
She choked and gagged, her hands clawing, but I choked tighter and tighter until her body went limp on mine.
I pushed her off of me, searching her pockets and finding a key card, a pen, and a phone.
I took the pen, and I shoved it through her eye socket, to make sure she would never wake up again, before pulling her suit jacket off and her pants.
I pulled them on, and they were only slightly too big.
I didn’t know how much time I had before people would come looking for her.
I slipped out of the cell, moved down the hall, and stopped when I heard voices. I ducked into a closet, pulling it shut quietly.
The footsteps and voices disappeared down the hall, and I waited until I felt it was safe to slip out of the closet.
My heart pounded hard in my chest as I attempted my escape. If I got caught now, it was likely I wouldn’t make it out of here alive.
Not that it mattered, I would gladly die if it meant keeping everyone safe.
“The prisoner has escaped!”
Fuck.
I found another closet and hid inside, waiting as footsteps followed by more rushed down the hall.
More yelling and orders were being shouted, but I didn’t hear Draven emerge yet. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
But now I was stuck in a closet, hoping that no one would open it. I flattened myself against the wall, trying to disappear as far back as I could get. I felt the wall shift before giving way, and I ended up in a secret area that I didn’t mean to find.
Hell yes. Secret passageway.
I pushed the wall closed in time, because I heard the door open in the closet before it shut again.
Looking around me, I saw some sort of switch on the wall, and I hit it, the lights flickering and illuminating the tunnel.
It was cold and made of stone, something that would have been seen in an Indiana Jones movie, but I wasn’t complaining. I welcomed the ease of escape.
As I wandered down the tunnel, I thought about where it would open up, and when I turned the corner and heard water running, I paused.
“I’m outside now…” I murmured, following the sound.
There was an iron grate at the end, and when I stepped down toward it, my feet found the water.
It was shallow enough that I could keep my footing.
The grate bars were wide enough that I could slide right through.
The night sky twinkled above, and I was thankful that I could use the night to find my way back to the rebel base.
“Oh, little lamb,” Draven’s voice sounded as soon as I made it into the small clearing just right outside the tunnel.
I spun fast, looking at him, waiting there for me.
“How?”
“You killed Millie. And with a pen. Impressive.”
“Well, I didn’t have a choice. You didn’t come for me in almost a week.”
Draven’s lips curved. “Well, I was rather busy.”
“Fucking other prisoners. I see, I guess a girl could dream of being the only one. But just like every other man in my life, you’ve turned out to be a huge fucking disappointment.”
“You missed my cock. Touching.”
I snorted. “Clearly a joke, you idiot.”
His nostrils flared as anger seized his body.
There he is. The dark and twisty Draven.
“I’m not sure you realize the position you’re in,” Draven said, stepping forward. I stood my ground, ready to fight if I had to.
“You’ve escaped our custody, which is a problem. You’ve killed another person, so that’s death.”
I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes. “Yet, you and this regime can kill people based on their skin color, or gender identity, and I don’t see you strung up and being fucked. Sounds like a hypocrite with a capital, go fuck yourself.”
Draven growled, and my pussy tightened. Damn that growl.
“I should have killed you.”
“Life is full of regrets, muchacho, but here we are. Tell me, Draven, where do you draw the line? I thought maybe killing and eating babies, or raping and killing people, would have been it, but it seems that people are just okay with all of that.”
“You don’t get it.”
“No, I don’t, so tell me, Draven, tell me why it’s so hard for you to fucking see how deranged this regime is?”
Draven moved lightning fast, knocking me to the ground. I rolled, feeling the cold metal blade push into my side.
“I don’t get a fucking choice!” He roared in my ear. “I don’t get to join a rebellion and fight against the bastard because some of us have something to lose.”
I stopped fighting against him long enough to stare up at him. “What?”
Draven’s mouth crashed down against mine, his tongue probing mine. It was the first passionate moment he had given me, and I fell for it. My hips bucked up, and he ripped off the pants before he rammed his cock inside my dripping pussy.
I clung to him as he fucked me hard.
Draven groaned, his teeth scraping my jaw and then my neck.
He bit and suckled and pounded me until my walls clenched and my orgasm washed over me and onto him.
I felt his dick harden more before he filled me up with his cum.
Oh, how I had missed that feeling. Five days were too long. Way too long to feel this way.
He was breathing heavy, and I felt wetness fall and hit my cheek. Was he fucking crying? He sat up, his cock still pulsing inside me.
“Are you…crying?”
Draven wiped his face, pulling away and getting to his feet.
I sat up too, pulling the pants up when I stood. “Draven?”
“Fuck you.”
“You just did. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you going to kill me? Take me back? What is happening here?”
Draven shook his head. “You don’t get it. It doesn’t fucking matter anyway. This is all just a big cycle. A circle that never ends. People die every day. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“How can you say that?”
“My wife and daughter.”
I blinked, confused. Was he married?
“I don’t follow.”
Draven sighed. “Some of us need to be…convinced to join the regime. We were rounded up, and we were given a choice.”
“Where are your wife and daughter now?”
Draven shook his head. “I watched them take them away. I don’t know where they are, and I haven’t known for almost twelve years now.”
“Why keep following orders?”
“Because they told me that they would remain alive as long as I listened. I haven’t told anyone that…not…not ever.”
I couldn’t tell if it was just a sob story to get me to let my guard down, or if he was genuinely fighting a battle inside that seemed impossible.
“You’re the first person…that reminded me of her.”
“What?”
“You look just like Anne.”
“Your wife?”
Draven nodded and sighed. “I lost myself. Torturing you…fucking you and making you bleed. I…I know that it doesn’t seem right.”
“Wait. Your wife’s name is Anne?” I murmured, my brows furrowing as I thought about Anne Jensen.
She was one of our rebel leaders. She fought hard to take the rebellion to the next level.
To get us expanded. To create the underground that allowed us to stay out of the light and away from being captured.
We were waiting for the perfect moment to attack the regime at its heart and take it down.
Draven frowned. “What are you thinking?”
“Anne Jensen.”
Draven paled, brows scrunching up in disbelief. “W-what?”
“Your wife is our rebel leader.”
“That can’t be,” Draven said, turning away from me. “I would have known. She wouldn’t have let me continue this…she would have—” He cut off suddenly, before whirling to face me. “My daughter.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know. She never talks about a daughter. She is married, though. Her husband has helped free prisoners from the regime’s disgusting camps.”
“She’s married? How can that be?”
I truly didn’t know how anything could be possible, or how fucking small the world was, that Draven was standing in front of me now, telling me things that I wish I had never heard.
It would have made hating him easier. It would have made killing him…
easier. I could have fucked him and then killed him before walking away, but now…
Now I couldn’t do that. I had seen his vulnerability, and I couldn’t abandon that.
“Come with me. Come back to the base, fight on the right side. For justice. You don’t have the threat of your wife holding you there anymore. Draven…you can help us. Let me save you from yourself…from the King.”
Draven stared at me, like he was trying to decide what he should do.
Could this man have morals after the way he inflicted pain on me?
I had seen the pleasure in his eyes as he drew my blood.
Could he truly be a person who was married to Anne?
What if I led him back to the base, and he turned on us?
Think, Jenna. Don’t let a good fuck blind you from what mattered.
“Okay.”
That was all he said. It was too late to turn back now. He was in this with me.